Lost Inspiration

All I can think of is you
My hearts not broken its shattered its true
What about forever where did it go?
He plays with us like we are his show
You were my thoughts and my dreams
We should run away and live by a stream
I never knew a circle too could be broke
I am getting a big frog in my throat
You shouldn't have left we shouldn't have came
I know our hearts still feel the same
You got me writing these beautiful rhymes
If I could Id turn back time
I wish I had my inspiration back
Now the pen hits paper and it all goes wack
I cant think I can barely see
Why did this have to happen to me?
Maybe happiness isn't in my cards.....
Sorry this poem wont have an end
My inspiration is lost and my heart needs to mend

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The Stuff We Left Behind

Apart from the digital records of today, historians will also study physical artefacts, and one thing that they will definitely encounter is plastic, due to its rather long shelf life. 

Plastic litter will help them see what we consumed, and the various chemicals in packaged food items.

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Discipline: Self-Imposed Deadlines

• In the absence of line management accountability in traditional workplaces, many digital nomads become interested in self-imposed deadlines and performance tracking.
• Digital nomads tend to do better when they choose to impose their own, self-defined deadlines.
• When these don't make sense, they can often be replaced with performance tracking approaches.
• When your work schedule is your own, choosing the best working hours in terms of productivity can be challenging.

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Hey diddle diddle, hes on the fiddle

Hey diddle diddle,
the Cats on the fiddle,
that Cow must be wired to the moon.
The little Dog barfed,
as we all had fun
and the Dish got clubbed with a Spoon...

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Without even knowing

there are eyes on every face
so why do yours
make my heart race
why does your smile
light up my day
and then take all my pain away
what's more
why have those eyes I prize
never once looked into mine
every day I talk to you
but still you haven't got a clue
just how much love I feel for you

I want to do what you do for me
to share your pleasures and your pain
and wipe away your wounds with ease
I want to feel your tender touch
and hear your whispers in the dark
that turn all of my fears to dust

all alone here
lying in bed
thoughts of you pop in my head
fantasies of love so true
but I'll never get
what I want from you
realization tears me apart
tears slip down my cheeks
without even knowing, you broke my heart

Your Time Here

After years of chasing and yearning,

Of  striving, becoming and attaining,

It gets to a point you take a pause,

And question all you have been made to believe.

If I could

If I could
Do everything over...
I wouldn't

If I could
feel the end coming...
I wouldn't

If I could
make you understand...
I wouldn't

If I could
trust you...
I wouldn't

If I could
end it all...

I would